Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

With doubts in his heart, Qiao Yi read all Weibo related to him.

The more I look, the more confused I become.

Why is it just a matter of taking a nap, almost half of the entertainment industry came to congratulate her on her debut?

It wasn't until she saw the Weibo post by He Er that she felt a sudden realization in her heart.

Feeling apprehensive, she immediately quit the trending search and clicked on the Weibo of the big dolphin.

Sure enough, a new Weibo post was posted 2 hours ago.

A plain sentence: "Come on, you are the best."

No signature, no @.

But Qiao Yi knew that this sentence must be written for her.

She just said it.

No matter how powerful Wu Liang is, it is impossible to use the power of the entire imperial capital.

With such a large amount of money, it is obvious that there are big bosses behind it.

My brother must have been afraid that congratulating her with a large one would be too ostentatious, so he secretly congratulated her with a small one.

As soon as Qiao stared at the phone screen and smiled idiotically, his heart was as sweet as honey.

No wonder Qi Bo's manager treated her so badly just now.

Originally, Qi Bo was in charge of acting, appearance and popularity in this drama.

Now let my brother do this.

She was completely overwhelmed by Qi Bo's light.

It's no wonder his agent is upset.

As soon as Qiao looked at the large plate of cherries in his hand, he suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

When my brother comes to see her again, ask him to return a box of cherries.

At this moment, Wen Jia finally couldn't resist Cheng Ye's artillery fire and let him in.

"Yiyi, you're awake."

"Joe Yi, I want to ask for leave."

Cheng also slapped it, and threw a thick stack of paper-like things on her desk.

It attracted the attention of Qi Bo and his manager on the opposite side.

"what is this?"

"All kinds of scripts, as well as invitations to variety shows." Wen Jia explained.

"These are the notebooks that Qingshi just sent. You can read them for yourself. If you like them, you can pick them up. I'm leaving for a while."

Qiao Yi frowned, "You are my manager, this is your job."

"When I signed the contract, I said that I will leave from time to time, and you can't interfere with my going or staying."

Qiao watched Cheng Ye's expression without turning his eyes. His tone was rapid, his eyes were reddish, and his facial features were somewhat unnaturally ferocious.

Subtly leaning towards Cheng Ye's direction, a faint smell of alcohol mixed in the air and floated into her nose.

I haven't seen you all morning, no matter how much I drank yesterday, it should be gone.

There is only one possibility for her to smell it now.

Cheng also drank again at noon.

"Do you have something to deal with at home?" Joe asked with something in his words.

Cheng also tilted his head.

"It's not convenient to disclose private matters."

This refusal to cooperate aroused Qiao Yi's curiosity.

"That won't work. I made my debut today, and my manager quit. If I tell it, where will I save my face?"

Seeing that she didn't let her go, Cheng Ye became a little anxious, "There are not many people here, so no one will tell."

Qiao crossed his arms and glanced in Qi Bo's direction.

Qi Bo and his manager immediately withdrew their inquiring gazes and arranged each other's clothes in embarrassment.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Cheng Ye,

"Either, you tell me what you are going to do, if it is a business, I will let you go.

Or..." Joe glanced at the documents on the table, "Do what a manager should do! "

"What if I say no?"

Joe smiled.

"That's simple, I won't pay you a penny!"

Cheng Ye's eyes widened in surprise at her words.

Her dignified behind-the-scenes boss of Qingshi Media wanted to deduct his salary?

Is it so shameless?

Just as I was about to argue with her, I heard the out-of-breath panic from the field manager:

"Cheng Dao, Cheng Dao, something happened, something happened!"